Poor Devil Saloon Novels & Stories

The small room was dim, lit only by the flickering flame of a single lantern swinging lazily from the ceiling. Shadows danced along cracked walls lined with peeling wallpaper and stained whiskey bottles. Silas sat slouched in an old leather armchair, the smoke from his half-burnt cigarette curling around his head like a ghost. He took a long sip from the bottle resting on the rickety table before him. His prosthetic leg clanked lightly against the wooden floor as he rocked forward and back, humming a tune with no melody.

JANICE downed the Scotch Whisky with her in one gulp. She hissed, and her eyes brimmed with tears as the liquor burnt her throat. “Another one, please.” She mumbled, shoving the now empty glass towards the bartender. He eyed her warily as she set the glass in front of him yet again with another dollar bill. This would be her third order this evening if he filled the cup. Also, wondered what would have made a young pretty girl like her result in drinking away her pains, and he sensed she was depressed the instant she had strolled through the door and stalked to where he was. He felt her feelings even before she had dropped the first bill on the counter.

'He treated you like a prostitute. 'So? What's so awful about getting slapped around with cum on your face?' the Devil girl joked. 'Nothing is wrong with a man rocking your world and holes, and then giving you money on top of that. Shit! I'd have a plate of whatever this hunk is serving. Look at him, with his fine ass," the Devil lady purred. Maybe Devil girl was right. I worked at the Sugar Baby club, a place famous for those kinds of exchanges. Perhaps Max just misunderstood what I stood for and figured I was a working girl, too.

Before reaching near god they needed to showed up in different counters for correcting varieties of formalities. Other than them, there presented a beautiful angel who also dressed in white like others was there by walking to and froth with a golden book in her hand. She was very busy with her work. She was the personal assistant (PA) of divine source. She came near a tired soul and said with a smile by looking into the golden book in her hand, "Congratulations! You've won our lottery." The soul just crooned, "Huh! Huh!." "You are the sinful dead soul of one who made a terrible error", said the PA again by looking into the book.

• 2009 Somewhere in the outskirts of the Southern region of the United States, probably Texas, was a miserable tiny town that had a tavern which happened to be always full to capacity and men and women would come to drown their sorrows with pints, mugs, bottles and even barrels, promising themselves a future for a better tomorrow which of course never came. There was some local music playing in the background with a section of people playing pool at the heart of the tavern. There were other nights when some couples would just drink themselves silly and make out. This was one of those nights and one person wasn't particularly pleased by this when she could hear the heavy breathing of the two

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.

Opening the cap of another bottle I was about to finish it when one of the members of Mehmood bhai said, " the businessman is here in the warehouse. Salim is out for collection of weekly dues. If he doesn't accept our way bhai asked to kill him.” "Gulping down half of the bottle I said, "let's go. Tonight, even I'm in no mood to show mercy. My way or no other way. " We entered inside the warehouse. I scrutinized the area. Like a hawk I looked at my prey. A man was sitting on the chair with his upper and lower limbs tied with rope. His face was covered with black cloth. Only Abbas and I were left in that desolated room. Clearing my throat, I gulped down some alcohol. My brain started gettin

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

It's one thing to be a failed son but a bigger bum to be a killjoy to your friends' happiness. So I only had one thing to keep these all going; find something too to take me out of here along with them. Our hangout lasted till five thirty, then the three of us walked back to our cars and passed by the central fountain in downtown Todos Santos across from The Devil's den; a lonely part of town that was home to aggressive hooligans and horny teenagers. All virgins went in there and came out with torn panties. There was always someone cussing and swearing and wrecking havoc. We seldomly passed the area, but this evening I'd pointed out that we'd be home in no time if we followed that route.